Shumai looked down at the paper tapping vigorously on the desk with the tip of her pencil. “THIS IS NOT WORKING!!!!!” she yelled, picking up the paper and ripping it apart as if it was a piece of tissue. At this point she was practically seething. “I hate this! Why can't I just write a damn good yaoi story?”
“Ugh,” she groaned, walking over to her bed and plopping down in frustration. “No matter what I do, I just can’t seem to come up with anything. It’s so—Hey! Keep it down!”
Damn neighbors. I hate this crappy, small building. With all this noise, I can't get any **** done!
Gloom overwhelmed her for a bit as she plopped face first onto her pillow. Although she really wanted to, the real reason Shumai couldn’t write a yaoi was because she couldn’t overcome her shyness about it. She was aware of how most yaoi novels and mangas were written, but the rather...graphic nature of it was what embarrassed her.
If I can overcome my shyness, I’m sure I could concoct a good idea, She mused, But, even so…I’m not sure I’ll still be able to come up with a good story, regardless of my shyness or not.
She lay there quietly, reveling in her thoughts. The room was evidently getting dimmer as night was falling like a dark velvet cloth over a window.
“Geez…”she sighed, rubbing her groggy eyes. She dreaded the thought of pulling an all-nighter for her own self-satisfaction. She slowly pulled herself upward, thinking of some inspiration to keep her motivated.
“Hm. Well, maybe if I….” She trailed off when something shimmered in the corner of her eye from the desk. Curious, she got off the bed and reached her hand out for it, only to retract her hand quickly to her chest. “What the hell…?” she said. What was that? The minute her fingers lightly brushed the object, she felt a small shock in the tip of her fingers!
Shumai slowly reached for it again, just to test it, and hissed softly when she was shocked yet again. Oh, screw it. This time, she swiftly picked up the object and tapped it to see if it would shock her again. Surprisingly, it didn’t.
“Huh. It’s just a stupid rock.” She murmured, observing the stone in her palm. “It looks more like a gem or a stone, actually.”
Swinging it back and forth in her hand, she wondered where it came from. Maybe some kid threw it by accident? On purpose? But, the window wasn’t broken. It was open, but not broken. How strange.
Nevertheless, she had to admit it was kind of pretty. The stone had a red color fused black, giving it an interesting look. It didn't shimmer or anything, but it certainly had a lovely shine, as it reflected the light off the walls to its core.
So pretty… She thought, staring intently at the stone. Black and red are my two favorite colors, too. Heh.
It was still a mystery as to how and why the stone appeared. Shumai also wanted to know why she got shocked the first time she touched it.
Perhaps…it was magical?
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Nuh-uh. I’d have to be crazy to believe this stone has any magical properties.” She placed the stone on top of a book and padded back to her bed. She climbed in and brought the covers to her head. She only lasted a minute before she peeked her head from under the covers and stared back at the stone.
What if she was wrong? It could be a magical stone. She thought intently of how wonderful it would be if the small stone could grant her a wish...
Yeah, right--a †˜magical’ stone. That’s a laugh.
Even through her doubts, Shumai knew what she wanted.
“Grant me yaoi, please,” She whispered, before her eyelids fell heavily and she fell asleep.
~o~
Morning came as the suns rays shined brightly through the crack of Shumai’s window. She groaned as the rays hit her eyes, and rolled over to the other side. She was already weary of what the new day would bring her—stress and worry.
In other words, that damn yaoi story I want to write.
She hugged her pillow tightly, hoping that if she squeezed it enough, it’d rip. She seriously didn’t want to start worrying over yaoi anymore. She could always do it later. After all, she had the whole summer break. A little procrastination never hurt anyone.
Sighing contently at her new plan, she turned in her bed again, except this time she hit something hard. Crinkling her eyebrow in confusion, she blindly reached out her hand to touch it. Her hand landed on a chest. Oh. Okay.
Wait…a chest?
Shumai slowly opened her eyes, and when her focus came, she was greeted with the sight of two naked bodies. Two naked male bodies.
Shumai let out the most blood-curling scream and stumbled out of bed. She stared at the guys with wide eyes. They stared right back, toppled on top of each other holding their hands in stringed lace, looking up at Shumai. The latter had a very…feminine look to him—with short, messy black hair, big, red eyes that seemed to sparkle beautifully, and pink cheeks. The former had a more rugged feel about him. He was ripped. He honestly looked like he hauled some serious ass cause those guns on his arms were huge! He had a tanned complexion. His hair was also short short, but straighter and all over the place in a dark blue color. His eyes were pitch black as if there were some dark mystery that needed to be unraveled. He looked about 6’2 and the younger looking one about 5’7.
DAMN! Shumai felt her cheeks heat up and felt a massive nosebleed coming on. In the meantime, she screamed again whilst hitting the two men with pillows. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TWO?!! HOW'D YOU GET IN HERE!! WHY ARE YOU BOTH NAKED?!!”
“H-hey! Wait!” the younger of the two said, holding his free hand up to stop Shumai from hitting him. “Don’t hit us!”
Shumai obliged, but kept her guard. “Who the hell are you?” she barked, gripping the pillow in her hand and raising it threateningly.
The younger male looked innocently at Shumai and bit his lip, finally replying with a cute, “I don’t know, really.” As cute as it was, however, it wasn’t enough to convince Shumai. She threw the pillow anyway and jumped into her closet, pulling out a tennis racket. She meant to threaten them with it, but she froze the other guy, the big guy, got up slowly and went toward Shumai, in all his naked glory.
His eyes gleamed with fearlessness and slight anger. He looked pissed. Shumai was torn between fear of being strangled to death by a hot guy and embarrassment for looking at his...thing.
Shumai shook her head and let out a scream as the guy came closer, swinging her tennis racket furiously to avoid him from touching her. She let out a quick gasp as the big guy smacked the tennis racket away and took hold of both her arms. He held them down as she just plopped on the floor wailing at this point. Tears overflowed like streams and Shumai just sat there shaking in fear. She was going to die--she just knew it. She was going to die by the hands of a naked man. It wouldn’t look good on her gravestone.
Big Guy just glared at her while holding her hands up and said in a shockingly stern tone, "Stop attacking us with the pillows.”
Shumai looked baffled. “W-what?”
“You heard me.” Big Guy said as he released Shumai’s hands. Shumai just sat there, feeling utterly confused and quite scared for her life. She hugged her body, seeking comfort.
Why was this happening to her? Was it a dream?
She looked back up at Big Guy, who never wavered his glare. Finally, after a good two minutes of staring, Big Guy knelt down to Shumai’s level.
Shumai really wished Big Guy had some clothes.
Apparently, Big Guy seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he asked, “May I have some clothing?” Shumai blushed at the proximity of Big Guy’s face, and found herself staring stupidly at him.
“Hello?” Big Guy snapped his fingers in Shumai’s face to get the girl’s attention.
Shumai nearly jumped at the sound and tripped on her words. “O-oh! U-uh…r-right. I’ll, uh, get you some clothes. J-just, um, stay here and don’t touch anything!” She clumsily picked herself up and grabbed the tennis racket, walking backwards in caution as she watched Big Guy’s actions. She gulped and tried to glare at Big Guy and his young fellow.
“Don’t you dare touch anything!” she commanded, pointing the racket at them. “I’ll try to find you two some clothes, but stay here! And don’t try anything funny! I don’t trust you two!” With a final glare, Shumai turned to her door and then left the room, searching for some proper garments for the two.
Searching throughout her whole studio apartment, she found nothing. She searched high and low, but to no avail. Sighing, she went back to her room and searched the closet.
“I...I don’t have guy clothes.” She explained, though she never looked away from her closet. Besides, it wasn’t everyday someone woke up to find two men in their bed, in a very compromising position. And she didn't have a boy friend. Maybe she could borrow something from her neighbors. Shumai made a mental note to ask.
In the meantime, she had to make due with what she had. “HERE!” she pulled out the biggest t-shirt she could find from her closet and handed it to Big Guy. She also gave him a towel to wrap around himself.
“And you!” she pointed to the younger guy. The boy bounced off the bed and landed in front of her view. "Put these on" she demanded, handing him a pile of clothes.
“Okay!” exclaimed the boy as he slipped on the ripped jeans and shirt with ease. They were both slim, but the boy had a particular tiny frame and thin waist. He didn't look freakishly skinny, though. In fact, his thin frame fit him well. Big Guy, on the other hand, was just…muscle all over. He looked kind of funny with his biceps popping from the t-shirt's arm. It was open button, so he had it hanging loose with a full view of his abs showing.
Shumai blushed again and stared at the two. She soon shook her head. No! I can’t look all shy now! Damn it, they’re in my apartment!
“Okay, listen up!” Shumai started, “ I have a lot of questions to ask the two of you and I better get honest answers!” She pulled a chair from her desk and sat in front of the two as they stared back from the edge of the bed.
Shumai cleared her throat and began the interrogation. “Where did you two come from? And how did you end up in my room without me noticing?”
Big guy stared forward with his back straight, looking as if he was ready to answer every single question with ease. He just sat there with his arms on his knees. His enthusiastic young boy next to him was bouncing around in utter glee shaking back and forth slightly in an upbeat motion. After a few seconds the big guy shrugged and said. "I don't know.”
“BULLSHIT!” Shumai accused. Big Guy’s eye twitched and the younger boy just kept on bouncing, saying in an overexcited manner, “Bullshit! Bullshit! Haha, that’s a funny word!”
Shumai got out of her chair, and, with her arms to her sides, she yelled, “There is no way in hell someone just pops up in other people’s beds without them noticing! Especially if they’re naked!”
Big Guy rose again and went to Shumai’s face, glaring. Shumai glared right back with as much courage as she could muster.
"Do you think I’m not wondering the same thing, woman?” Big Guy asked, although it sounded more like a statement then a question. Shumai just glared, trying to make a strong but mostly pitiful angry face back to the large man. Damn it! She turned and rustled her hair in frustration. This was so confusing! She looked over her shoulder and asked, "Could you at least tell me your names?"
Big Guy stood straight and looked down at Shumai. In a cool tone, he replied, “What's yours?”
Shumai felt like punching him. “I ASKED YOU FIRST!!!” she yelled, feeling greatly agitated.
“Oh God, this is not happening! This is just…bananas!” She whined, giving herself a little smack on the face and, to her surprise, the younger boy did the same. Shumai glared at him. “Don't copy me!!” She yelled. The younger boy sat there bouncing up and down on the bed chanting, “Bananas! Bananas! Bananas!”
Shumai slumped against the wall and groaned.
Please, kill me now...but leave the hot one.
Suddenly, a quick thought came to her mind.
…What if the stone granted her wish?
"No way...” she whispered, eyes wide with disbelief. “No way!”
